Glooscap's Door

There is a doorway to Glooscap’s domain
Where you throw dry punk and fish
For his fire and food.
But you must not enter
Though you may leave a gift on stone
Waiting to feel goodness.
This is the way the legend goes
So the Micmac elders say.

At Cape Dolphin near Big Bras d’Or
There is a hole through a cliff
It is Glooscap’s door.
And on the outside a flat stone
It is his table.
The Indians on a hunt leave on table
Tobacco and eels.
This brings them luck, so the story goes
The legend lives on.

Except from ‘The Legend of Glooscap’s Door, Song of Eskasoni, More Poems by Rita Joe’, Rita Joe, PEI, Ragweed Press, 1988, p. 40

Medium: Airbrush with acrylics
Size: 29 ½” x 23 ½ ” (framed)